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Welcome back to the United Kingdom.
Where have you come from today, sir?
Uh, Holland.
It's the Holland ferry.
Can you be more precise, please?
Uh, yes. Amsterdam.
Business or pleasure?
Do I have to say?
I'll ask again. Business or pleasure?
Uh, pleasure.
On your way.
Took your time.
Seventy grand's worth. Right there.
Bloody hell, kid.
I never thought you'd actually go and do it.
I've remortgaged the café for this.
High stakes player, me, Vince.
This'll show Dennis what sort of a man I really am, hmm?
- Cheers.
Well, come on then.
As soon as she lays an egg, Vince,
we're gonna be rich.
Ey up. The boyfriend's here.
This had better work.
This is every penny I've ever nicked.
Never failed yet, mate.
You'll have an egg in ten days.
Should've laid by now, right?
May be discombobulated from travelling.
She's a racing pigeon.
Travelling's what they do.
Weather's been bad. It affects 'em.
And hanging over her with a shotgun
ain't gonna relax her much, is it?
Listen, I raided the Christmas Club subs
for that there pigeon.
- There's a lot at stake here. - Yeah, well,
she doesn't know that, does she?
Then tell her!
- You heard.
Get laying.
Go on.
Go on.
Shit.
- Oh. Oh, shit.
Shit.
Oh!
- Oh! Ah, shit!
Come on, love. Gotta open up!
All right, I'm comin'.
Wow.
It's either the Oscars or parents' evening.
What you talking about?
You in your finery.
Well, you-- You can't let yourself go, can ya?
- Come on, love.
I thought you said we had a hurry on.
I'm coming.
- Guy, love,
hope the conference is good.
If you tell me what time you're back,
I'll make something nice. Just ring me, eh?
- Love you.
All right, you cock! Just give us a sec.
Horse?!
Are you there?
Yvonne! Hi!
It's all a bit Robinson Crusoe, this, isn't it?
Me battery's flat!
I'm on me way to, uh, a benefits assessment thingy in Castleford.
I'm that late, if I miss me slot,
they're gonna cut me bloody money!
- I'm going that way! - Are ya?
Hop in, Horse.
What did you do with the rest of Man Friday?
Oh, I cooked him and I ate him!
Yeah. I've had a part exchange come in.
What's your best price on a 2007 Ford Focus?
Fifty quid scrap?
Okay. Well, unless I can find some idiot to buy it...
Yeah, well, you wouldn't want to be seen
driving that pile of junk anyway.
Tell you what. Give me 60, and I'll drop it round.
- Ta-ta.
Lomper.
You don't want a car, do you?
No, thanks.
Be seated.
No, I'm--
He can always tell, can Bill.
He got a sixth sense.
Should be on the telly.
I-I got a load of leads out.
Couple of bites from buyers abroad.
It's looking good.
But bird's a bit late laying.
I-I need an extra week.
The repayment.
The second instalment. Due today.
It's funny, Bill. The end bit's always the same,
but the first bit's always different.
It's fascinating.
Yeah.
You're definitely the first person we've had
whose life has been endangered by a pigeon.
My life?
Oh, he exaggerates.
We'll give you an extra week.
Won't we, Bill?
'Course we will.
And to help you along, we'll give you a car.
I was thinking a nice 2007 Ford Focus.
Lovely little runner.
Lovely.
Five-hundred quid to you.
It's an elephant.
Lilies are a bit more expensive.
So what we talking? Total figure.
With the church, table decorations,
bridesmaids' posies, and the bouquets,
it's around about, uh, eight all in, I'm afraid.
Eight thousand?
Yeah.
More flavour in the packaging.
Still there, Yvonne?
Mmm. Yep.
Decision made. I want the lilies,
so I shall have the lilies. And, uh, Guy shall have a fit,
but, hey, you only get married once. Let's do it!
- On it.
Weddings, Horse. A lot of bloody money.
Yeah. Eight grand for a wedding, eh?
No, that's just for the flowers, love.
Wow. I never knew you and Guy were getting married.
Guy gave you an invite.
- Did he? - Yeah, you RSVP'd.
- Did I? - Said you were visiting
your rellies in Liverpool, couldn't come.
- But I haven't got no rel-- - Hey, what do you think
about this for a business idea? Botox Rocks.
- Is that a band? - Botox
and hot-stone treatments at the same time.
I've got the hypodermics and gel in my bag right here.
I'll do you a freebie!
Well, I've got to be at the assessment centre
- for, uh-- Yeah. - No bother.
Doesn't have to be today.
I've not got a lot on at the moment, to be honest.
Guy's busy with work, and I'm just
sort of waiting about for the baby.
I mean, there's the wedding, of course, but...
Sometimes I just... drive around.
It's nice having company.
Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
Good, good. Next question.
Are you able to stand up independently?
Um, you've just asked me to sit down.
No, I mean as a rule at home.
Oh. Um...
well, I can't do it without me stick, you know?
'Cause, um, I sleep in the lounge now
because I find it difficult getting up and down the stairs.
But with the stick, you can stand up?
- Uh, yeah, yeah. - Good, good. So that's a yes.
Are you able to prepare and cook your own meals?
I like MasterChef, you know?
But, um, I think, like,
I'm--I'm more of a, uh, Pot Noodle man, if I'm honest.
But you could?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I think so, yeah.
Good, good. I'm going to put another yes.
Uh, short journeys. How's your mobility?
I see you've managed to get here from...
Sheffield. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, but it wasn't easy, love, I'll tell ya.
We broke down on the-- on the-- the dual carriageway,
- like, I know-- - And yet, here you are.
So, well done, you.
It's another yes.
Good, good.
Here you go, love.
£1.25, please.
Thank you.
Yes!
- What you doin'?
Uh, nothin'.
Uh, we need another 20 litres of sunflower oil.
Not at 2:30 in the morning, we don't.
I'm just trying to help.
By waking me up?
S-Sorry.
We finally got a buyer.
He's coming over from South bloody Korea, Vince.
Sang-Chol, he's called. Mr Sang-Chol. I Googled him.
He's a-a software billionaire, apparently.
Knows his pigeons, oh, that--that's--that's right.
Has he paid you then, this Sang-Chol fellow?
First 20 grand banked. Oh, now we're talkin'.
- So, when can you pay me back? - Not just yet, Vince.
But there's another 20 once he's seen it,
and he's checked over all the paperwork and she's laid.
Yeah, and about that, when is she gonna lay?
Oh, any day now, Vince. Any day.
And I've named her. Lewis.
Like that detective off the telly?
No, like Lewis Hamilton.
Fastest pigeon in Europe, she were, in her day.
Yeah? Well, I wish she'd get a shift on.
She will, she will.
Trust me, Vince. Trust me.
- Nice to meet ya.
Mr Sang-Chol is very happy to make your acquaintance.
Oh. Well, me too.
My name is Mun-Hee.
Lomper. Pleased to meet you.
This is a great day for Mr Sang-Chol.
He's most desirous of seeing
the eggs of the propitious pigeon.
Uh, the propitious pigeon hasn't actually laid yet.
No?
No.
Just tea bags.
Mr Sang-Chol will stay at the hotel until Lewis has laid.
You will pay for the unheralded extension to his stay.
- Oh, right. - If you need to contact him,
he is in the presidential suite.
That--That's nice.
He don't look like the sort of fucker you mess with.
I can't force her to bloody lay.
I didn't know they even had a presidential suite.
I've been thinking.
What if she's a ringer?
She isn't. I got all the paperwork and everything.
- Paperwork. - Yeah.
- Paperwork? - Yeah.
You can do owt on a computer these days.
- Oh. - And what about
that male pigeon? Shooting blanks, maybe.
No, he's famous. He's sired half of Britain's best racers.
Oh, we can all have our rough days on that front.
- Oh. - Ask Ellie.
- On second thoughts, better not.
If she hasn't laid by tomorrow,
I'll take her to see Reg, yeah?
At least get her checked over by a specialist.
Oh, come on, Mrs Pigeon.
It doesn't take that long to lay a bloody egg.
Come on. Get on with it.
Hey.
It's harassment. It's musical bullying.
It is pretty good though, isn't it?
Yeah, but that's not the point, Mr Amagee.
Not at all.
Hey, Jean.
Have you thought more about, you know, what I said?
Thought about it? Dil, I've thought about nothing else.
- And? - Oh, Christ. I don't know.
I don't wanna sneak around anymore, you know?
- It's--It's not us. It's wrong.
It's deceitful.
- We need to be honest. - Yeah, I know.
Even if it hurts people we care about.
I know.
Come on, now. Give me some good news.
There's a love.
- I booked the vet's for 1:30,
so you better get going.
I need to nip to the bog first.
Terry's blocked it again. Gone for the plunger.
Well, I'm gonna have to stop off at the café.
Yeah? Well, don't be late.
I wanna know what the hell's going on with that bird.
Okay.
You want more lettuce?
Yeah, if it's not a problem.
Problem? No. No.
Not at all.
Dennis. I've got this letter.
Oh, won the pools, have we?
It's from the Benefits Agency.
They're telling me that I'm fit for work,
and I don't quite know how to--
I'm right busy, Hor--
Here.
I'm not stayin'.
Where have you been?
Cut some more lettuce, will ya?
It says you're a fit and functioning member of society.
- Congratulations. - But I can't even--
Look, I'm in a bit of a hurry.
Yes! The lettuce.
Now where's he gone?
Oh, not on the prep table!
How many times?
Oh!
Oh, go on! Out! Out!
Dirty fucking things!
Ooh, that's better. Caught short there.
I have told you one million times...
- I'm just gonna-- - ...shut that back door.
I have just had a bloody pigeon in here.
- A pigeon? - Imagine if the health inspector
had been on patrol. He'd have shut us down.
What--
- Where is it? - What?
- The pigeon. - In the salad.
- Excuse me? - Nearly there!
Your bloody Majesty.
- Where's the-- - I've shooed it out!
What do you think?
- What-- Out? - Yes.
But-- W-W-Where did it-- If it went-- Which--
If you're having a stroke, could you wait
till the lunch rush is over?
Hey, Lomps.
- Lomps, I've got this letter. - Oh, no.
- I don't know what to do. - Not now, Horse.
Um, oh, all right. All right.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Lomper, I called the vet.
I know you never showed.
Just so you know,
the last person who double-crossed me
lost both his kneecaps.
Call me! Urgently!
I hope you know the Korean for "fuck up", love.
'Cause we've got one.
- Where are you?
I had to do the whole lunch rush on me own. Call me.
Honestly.
What can I get you, gentlemen?
Lomper. You can get us him.
He's not in.
Oh, dear.
Bill.
Indeed.
Personal question, so, you know,
feel free not to answer it.
But married, are ya? You and Lomper?
We are, as a matter of fact. Yes.
Ah, so what's yours is his. What's his is yours.
- Mmm. - For richer, for poorer.
Ain't that how it goes?
Uh, I seem to remember something similar
from the marriage vows, yes.
Well, that is a big relief. Isn't it, Bill?
- Relief? - Huge.
'Cause your husband owes us £17,500.
He what?
And if he hasn't paid the next instalment
by the end of the week,
plus the one that he's just missed...
well, then we're coming to get it from you.
- This? - Mmm.
We'll see you soon.
Ta-ra.
- Mmm.
That was fuckin' lovely.
We're going to have to close.
Now. Personal circumstances.
- So sorry. - Well, I was in the middle
of a very interesting conversation
with a Nigerian lawyer.
Apparently, I've been left some money in a will.
- Come on. Out you get.
Okay, thank you.
- So sorry. Bye, bye, bye.
I can't get to me phone, so leave me a message.
Lomper, what the hell is going on?
Where are you?
Sorry, we're closed.
I said we're--
Mr Sang-Chol is not interested in a cup of tea.
Mr Sang-Chol is interested in the whereabouts of Mr Lomper.
Who are you?
Mr Lomper owes Mr Sang-Chol a lot of money.
He does?
How much?
- You, out. - Gladly.
- This place is a madhouse.
- Oh, my God.
He's not upstairs.
So, where is the bastard?
- Amsterdam?
- Hello? - Oh, hello.
Um, it's Dennis Godfrey here.
- Uh, yes, Lomper's husband. - Ah, right.
Who am I speaking to, please?
This is Richard.
Richard?
As in Lomper's Uncle Dickie, Richard?
Yes.
But...
...you're dead.
- Is he here? - Who?
Oh, don't give me that. I've seen the way you look at him.
- My husband, that's who. - Lomper?
- Oh, so you do know. - Mate, you just told me.
Enjoy Amsterdam, did ya?
- Amsterdam? - Ah, so you admit it.
I'm not understanding the rules of this conversation at all.
Guy?
Do you know what your boyfriend gets up to, Yvonne?
Eh, do you? His proclivities, hmm?
Do I know Guy's bisexual and went out with Lomper
25 years ago? Yeah, I do.
Oh.
Very modern, I'm sure.
Dennis, mate, what's up?
He's gone, Guy.
He's got somebody else.
It's all been a tissue of lies.
I might have known I'd find you here.
Best view in Sheffield.
Oh. I'm sorry, Dennis.
I guess you know.
If you mean Amsterdam, oh, yes, I know.
- Right. - And the remortgage.
Uh-huh.
So how much of our money have you frittered away,
you old fool?
About 70 grand, give or take.
70 grand?
Oh. Well, that's us bust, good and proper.
Got a name, this dirty, little secret of yours, eh?
- Lewis. - Lewis, oh?
Nice.
- Where'd you meet him? - Her.
Worse and worse.
Online.
So predictable.
I've been looking for a couple of years.
You think I didn't notice
all those late-night sessions on the computer?
Disgusting.
Picked her up in Amsterdam.
Had to smuggle her in, like.
Trafficking?
Jesus Christ, Lomper.
I were trying to breed from her.
You swore blind you never wanted kids.
Just not with me, it seems.
Lewis is
a Northern Light Black Busschaert.
You think I care what you call the bitch?
A pigeon.
Right. I know that.
Hang on a sec.
You spent 70 grand on a bloody pigeon?
You really are a fucking idiot.
Well, wh-who's the fucking idiot
who kicked it out the kitchen door, eh?
Oh.
What? This is what we're looking for?
Oh, yeah. Now, I think I've seen this one in the bins
round the back of the school with all its mates.
It's a pigeon.
- Answers to the name of... - Health hazard.
Pecker.
Lewis, if you must know.
Like Lewis Hamilton?
Yeah. Like Lewis Hamilton.
- 'Cause she's fast? - Brilliant, Horse.
It's all about the tyre changes, apparently.
You got slicks, uh, wets, intermediates--
Shut up, you.
- What?
Laugh all you like, but there's a thousand-pound reward
for the person who finds her.
A grand? For a flying rat?
If that's the reward, then what's she worth?
My life, literally.
He really lights up a room, doesn't he?
Come on then.
As far as I can tell, any of them could be Lewis.
- Or none of them. - Or none of them.
Lewis!
Lewis!
Well, I don't know, do I?
I don't mind looking daft for a grand.
Lewis!
- Lewis! - Lewis!
- Lewis! - Lewis!
What kind of celebrity bird would hang out here?
Bottom line, a pigeon's a pigeon.
Yeah, though some silly fucker would still pay £70,000 for one.
Uh, look, I thought, you know, go big or go home.
I would go home, but you've remortgaged it!
The real betrayal is the deception and the lies.
Not a word to me after 22 years.
- Well, you'd only have said no. - Seventy grand on a thing
with feathers you can't even wear on a Friday night?
- You're damn right I would. - Yeah, you have no faith in me.
None at all. You never have had.
You think I'm usel--
This is ridiculous.
How many CEOs are out looking for pigeons, do you think?
I only went out with Lomper for a few months.
Boy, have I paid for that.
Nope.
I've got way too much on for this.
- Lewis! - Lewis!
- Lewis. Lewis. - Lewis.
Lewis. Lewis.
Lewis.
Oh, don't tell me Lewis is in there getting a bit of shopping.
Nah, it's menswear.
See this hoodie?
Is that--
I don't know.
Could I wear that?
- Guess so. Why not? - Mmm.
You'd be bang on trend with that, Mr Horsfall.
- You're not taking the piss? - No.
All right. I'll catch you up.
I can see you moving.
What?
Oh, Garry.
I thought you was one of them living statues.
- You're not, are you? - No.
Funny way to earn a living, if you ask me.
You wanna get yourself a proper bloody job.
Not that there are any proper bloody jobs anymore.
I'm looking for a pigeon.
Not often I say this about you,
but you have a success story on your hands here, kid.
No. A particular pi--
Andy.
Don't move.
I don't much these days.
I've got it.
I'm a grand up.
Stood there most of the day, I was.
One particular little bugger on me head most of the time.
- Still, worth it.
Do you do cash, Lomps?
That's not her.
It is.
Got the thingy on its leg.
Has to be. Look, the tag.
Tag's from Barnsley Loft.
You sure?
Looks nowt like her, Gaz.
Great.
Pigeon shit all over me jacket.
I see you're hiring.
Uh, yeah.
How are you with cappuccinos, frappuccinos, espressos, mochas?
I can do coffee.
Hiya.
Hiya, love.
Been out?
Yeah.
I have.
Mmm.
So, uh...
what do you think?
Of what?
- The-- The togs. - Hmm?
Oh. Been raiding the lost property box again?
No, no. I went shoppin'.
Did ya?
What for?
Well, uh... smarten up a bit.
Oh.
Good for you.
Um, listen, I've, um, gotta...
- Uh, there's, um...
half a-- half a lasagne left in the, uh...
...in the, uh-- in the kitchen...
if you're, uh-- you're hungry.
Sorry, man. I hope you find something.
No, couldn't find her.
I know I moan about this place a lot...
...but I will miss it.
It's more than a café. It's a place where people come.
I mean, who else is gonna give Horse free cake?
You give him free cake?
Of course I do.
He hasn't got two pennies to rub together, has he?
Where are folks like him gonna go when we shut, eh?
Do you think Costa and Starbucks are gonna give them free cake?
It had a purpose, this place.
I had a purpose.
How did we come to this, Lomper?
I don't know.
All that debt, the risk.
Those people in cheap leather jackets.
I mean, I say leather.
What possessed you?
I wanted you to notice me.
Well, mostly, I'm invisible.
Then, every once in a while, you spot I'm here,
and there's this look crosses your face
like you really don't like me anymore.
Well, I do.
You said you want-- wanted adventure in therapy that time.
Uh, I thought with Lewis,
maybe I could do something a bit adventurous,
something to surprise you, to make you proud of me.
The surprise bit worked.
I mean, every couple has their ups and downs, right?
When was the last up?
Old Andy's 70th.
That's only 'cause you put Gaz's cocaine
on your dinner.
Best chips I've ever had.
That were eight years ago, Den.
Really?
I disappoint you.
I do. I wish I didn't, but I do.
I'll go sleep up on Edge.
You never know. She may come back.
But even if she don't, you deserve better, Dennis.
- Get out me room!
- You're scaring the neighbours. - Get out my fucking room!
See, that's what I'm talking about, innit?
If I start sharing the rent with your mum,
then... is it your fucking room?
Discuss.
Look, I'm trying to be reasonable here.
Your mum and I love each other.
You don't like that. I get it.
So, 500 is a deposit on a room somewhere.
And you can stop paying me back for the windscreen.
My mum know you're trying to blackmail me
out me own house, does she?
And who do you think she's gonna believe?
Worked out well last time, didn't it?
Oh. No hurry.
Vince.
Vince, I've seen her near the stadium!
Call Dennis for me!
- Let's go.
Make sure the ball gets to feet. Let's have good headers.
Gaffer, gaffer.
I'm not good with heights, Vince.
Not-- Not good at all.
No? Then how about I don't push you off
if you get the bird?
Deal.
Come on. Lewis.
Lewis. Come on, Lewis.
Come on. Come on.
Since when's a pigeon turn its beak up at grain?
She's a quality bird, Vince. I've always said so.
Lomper! What are you doing?!
Come down!
No!
Please, don't be an idiot!
I'm-- I'm not! I-I've found her!
Lewis!
Oh, no.
Mr Sang-Chol would prefer that Mr Lomper comes to Earth.
Yeah, me too, darling. Me too.
She's gone down here, Vince. I'm sure of it.
I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm right behind ya.
He says that at least it would be an honourable death.
Right. Well, you tell him another comment like that,
and I'll bloody drop him. That's my man we're talking about.
- Lomper!
I found her, Vince!
I think I know why she's not coming.
Oh, let me guess.
The grain's not fucking organic.
No, I know exactly why.
- Come on. Come on.
Lomper!
Lomper, what the hell are you doing?!
- Lomper, get back here!
Jesus, now what's he doing?
Lomper, what the hell are you doing?!
I think she's laid!
I don't care!
For God's sake, come down!
No. Whatever happens, you're not losing Grand Pain.
Grand Pain. How many times?
What?!
Look, I don't care about Le Grand--the café.
I don't care about anything except you!
I love ya.
Really?
- Oh! - Lomper!
Lomper!
- Come down, for God's sake!
We have eggs!
Yes. Yes!
Is that enough adventure for ya?!
Hey, no, Dennis.
Dennis, Dennis, wait, wait. No, no, no!
Oh, you daredevil!
Oh.
- Game on!
Oh!
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